mine, dancing with it like they were front and center in an elegant ballroom. His left hand brushed back my falling hair, pushing it behind my ear, his hand lingering on the back of my jaw.
My hand, under the blanket, drifted onto his thigh, his dress pants seemingly painted onto his muscular thighs. I wanted him, even if I knew it was a bad idea. We had just gotten back to a good spot, a great spot, and now we were going to have sex, the thing that caused us so many problems in the beginning. I couldn’t, we couldn’t, do that to one another and ourselves. There was too much on the line.
“I can’t,” I said, pulling away.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, with a nervous tone and look on his face.
“No, you were great. This is all great. I just know where this will lead. I don’t think we should go there. I don’t think we should have sex,” I said.
“Oh, that’s it?” he said, wiping away his sweat like he was relieved.
“What?” I asked, in shock.
“I just thought I had done something wrong or you didn’t like it or me. I’m fine with waiting on having sex again, Alexis. I wasn’t even going to go there unless you wanted me to. We can wait,” he said.
“Really?” I asked, almost in disbelief.
“Of course. There’s no rush,” he said, a small yet powerful smile on his face.
“Thank you,” I said, leaning back in, giving him a small kiss before cozying back up into his arms.
Chapter Six
Alexis
I hadn’t been this happy and infatuated in the longest time. Here I was, in Chase’s arms, snuggling up to him, not a care in the world, and I couldn’t ask for anything better. Our time together tonight wasn’t about anything sexual, but just spending time with each other, enjoying each other’s company. It was like I was in a different place, a complete one-eighty from our previous time together.
Just hearing him say we didn’t need to have sex, or that he wasn’t going to push it, made me actually feel special for once. I knew not every guy out there was after getting laid, and there were great guys out there waiting, but they were few and far between, especially in college. Nobody went into school saying they’d love to get married and settle down with kids. They all wanted to experiment with as many people as they could. It wasn’t that those wants or ideas were horrible, but they weren’t right for me, not at all.
I had thought Chase was like that, and I admitted I did like hooking up with him, even if I didn’t normally do that, but he had proven to me one-hundred-percent that his old life was behind him, and he was ready to try something possibly a little more serious, with only one woman, not twelve. Maybe trying to date someone in my age range was a mistake. Maybe I needed a guy a few years older, one with his head on his shoulders and a career instead of keg parties, instead of the college-aged guys my parents would want me to date.
I looked at the clock on his wall, seeing that it was getting late, already past ten, and I needed to get home if I was going home at all. As much as I’d love to stay here with him, cuddling all night, being close to one another, I knew it wouldn’t be the greatest idea if we were going to keep things slower. After all, I needed to keep some mystique about myself, even if we had already had sex and seen one another naked.
“It’s getting late. I should probably call a cab or something to get home,” I said, looking up at him.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll take you home. It’s not a problem,” he said.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience you or anything,” I replied.
“Inconvenience me? Not at all. I insist,” he said, flashing a smile.
“Okay,” I replied, smiling.
I was excited for him to take me home, not because I was leaving, but because I’d get to spend more time with him. It didn’t hurt that he had an amazing car, either. Maybe my neighbors would see and wonder how I rode home in a
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